ROME.
At Rome may everything be bought
But honesty, there vainly sought:
For other kinds of costly ware
The pontif opens a bazaar.
If you have lost your soul, you may
Procure a better.. only pay.
If you have any favourite sin,
The price is ticketed.. walk in.
For a few thousand golden pieces
Uncles may marry here their nieces;
The pontif slips the maiden sash,
And winks, and walks away the cash.
Naples, so scant of blushes, sees
And blushes at such tricks as these,
Until a ghostly father saith
Behold, my sons! the ancient faith.
This ancient faith brought faithful Gauls,
In guise of friends to scale the walls
Of manfull Rome; and Louis’ word
Unsheath’d Christina’s tarnisht sword.